We'll raise a cup of porridge yet

If ever there was an instance of going above and beyond the call of duty, it occurred at nearly 6 o’clock this morning, as the very last stragglers were being coaxed towards the door of the Holiday Inn. A certain young Glasgow-based fiddler and singer suddenly declared herself faint from hunger pangs, and thus unable to get home without consuming the pot of instant porridge she then produced from her bag (as you do). Rather than responding with suggestions as to exactly where she might choose to go with her porridge, the hotel night manager acceded to her pleas, took the pot from her and went to boil a kettle: he even put cream in it for her.
It was a choice final coda to a monumental Celtic Friday night, which saw the festival’s triumphant debut at the SSE Hydro with the magnificent Del Amitri – plus rapturous reports from the other ten shows happening around town - and wound up come last orders at the Holiday Inn with a delectable small-hours session involving Kris Drever, Éamonn Coyne, Väsen’s Roger Tallroth, Ross Martin, most of the Foghorn Stringband and a good many more. Between times, there was the customary merriment and mayhem at the Festival Club, where the line-up included Rura, the aforementioned Foghorns – joined by Coyne and fiddler Tim Matthew for their rip-roaring last number - and Salsa Celtica, no less. And after today’s lavish panoply of shows, who knows what treats lie in store at the Club for Burns Night? Wherever you’re spending yours, we hope you enjoy it in the true spirit of Rabbie himself.
The valedictory number in last night’s/this morning’s hotel session was a lovely singalong to Funeray, led by Drever, after our porridge-making host intimated it was finally time to put the instruments away. “They were saying ‘Just one more tune,’” he observed, as he did the rounds collecting glasses, “but I’d happened to time the one before, and it went on for about 25 minutes. Fantastic.”​​